Flyktsoda

I once read that I should write something worth reading
or I should do something worth writing about

But did you know you are always worth writing about?
Did you remember that your life being a life at all is a miracle enough on its own to be immortalized in ink, that your spirit is a thousand stories worth telling, that every god damn one of you is the main character in a tale more intriguing than any library may hold?

Because I did.

I held the fragments of your stories, held the snippets and clues as I pulled them from your messy hair and the crinkle by your eye when you smiled, I heard the crescendo in your hook and wanted more, more, more, whatever story you would tattoo across your eyelids I would wait with bated breath for the sequel, I haven't blinked since you were born into my life.

A wedding gets canceled across the ocean. I was trying to condense a thousand stories into piano ballads; I've been trying to tell you my entire heart in a novella, it will not be done. You can never know anyone as completely as you want, she writes, closing the book after 40 years of reading.

But that’s okay, love is better.